You too? That shit drove my little 8 year old brain insane for 3 months.

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It didn't get me during the day; it was at night when sleep was just about there and WHAM! The fucking song, or a piece of it, would sprout into my head and either replay, play till the end only to start over and over and over. I cried a couple times, it was so upsetting.

Stranger still, in some sort of moronic cruelty, the day-time me would pop the record on my lil Winnie the Pooh player just to torture the night-time me. Don't ask me why.

At least I wasn't a cutter but shit, if cutting myself would have gotten that insipid song out of my head, I would have done it. I don't dare listen to that song even now. It was bad.